I am driving up eighty five in the
Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
I'm just stuck inside the gloom
Four more exits to my apartment but
I am tempted to keep the car in drive
And leave it all behind
Cause I wander sometimes about the outcome
Of a still verdictless life
Why, why Georgia, why
Rent a room and I fill the spaces with
Wood and places to make it feel like home
But all I feel is alone
It might be a quarter life crisis
Or just the stirring in my soul
Either way I wander sometimes about the outcome
Of a still verdictless life
Why, why Georgia, why
So what so Ive got a smile on
Its hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
Dont believe me
Dont you dare believe me
When I say Ive got it down
Everybody is just a stranger
But thats the danger in going my own way
I guess its a price I have to pay
Still everything happens for a reason
Is no reason not to ask yourself if you are
Living it right
Are you living it right
Are you living it right
Why, tell me why, why, why, Georgia, why
This is my first tab and constructive criticism is appreciated.